Dear, My Baby [Congratulations]

23| Don't Involve Him [2]

　

Naura looked left-right when she was on the rooftop of the company building. When there is a slight reproach to rest, this sweet figure hastily asks Jongin for permission to go to the rooftop on the grounds of looking for wind. He was sultry, and needed an outlet to calm him down. After making sure absolutely no one would eavesdrop on her conversation, this sweet figure punched one of the numbers stored on her smartphone.

While waiting for her call to be picked up by someone across the phone, Naura stroked her distended belly on the back of the light blue loose blazer she was wearing. He tried to calm his heart rate which increased sharply. His emotions suddenly went up instantly. It was like he spilled this outpouring of emotions on the person across the phone after hearing the gossip from Kania earlier.

"Naura?" Raka's heavy voice instantly greeted the eardrum of this sweet figure. From the tone of the man's voice, it seemed to sound very happy Naura called him. Naura could imagine, Raka's face across the phone smiling five fingers wide.

"Tumben phone? Not until half a day we part, have been playing long," continued Raka cheerful, as if Naura had become his rightful wife.

It was not wrong for Raka to be so overdone when this sweet figure called her. Since they split up, Naura has never called her. All this time, it was Raka who started calling. It was also rare for this sweet figure to raise his call.

"Mrrr, butt! 💢" maki Naura while turning eyeballs. Hurriedly Naura stroked her slightly aching stomach. The baby-to-be reacted violently when she shouted earlier.

"He he he. Selow, Baby. Don't make it so hard." Raka relaxes. It seemed that the man already knew what this sweet figure would speak of later.

"Grrr ... selow your ancestors," continued Naura with sharp bulging eyes, completely unable to be joked at this moment. If only this round-eyed man was in front of this sweet figure, of course he hit with the super black pot butt belonging to Sunny.

Raka chuckles amusedly. Then I started talking seriously. "Fines. What's your problem, Baby."

"Don't call me, Baby." Naura screeched in annoyance.

"Why call Baby? Reminds you of both of our pasts, hum? Isn't that great for our step of starting a relationship back." Raka said at length, trying to take the heart of this sweet figure. I really hope Naura will get hurt on him.

"Shit. Yes, it reminds me of our past. That's why I hate you calling it that way. Reminds me of the moment you severed me heartlessly!" press Naura cold with super sharp innuendo.

Suddenly the atmosphere became quiet across the phone. Raka was at a loss for words. The last sentence from the side of Naura's lips managed to knock her all the way to her heart. His heart throbbed pain. Samar Raka exhaled, then reassembled her confidence that had dropped to the lowest point.

"I know that, Na. I was wrong, and I'm .. sorry." Raka spoke hoarsely in the middle of trying to hold back her mixed emotions.

"Oh, forget about that. I'm not calling you to discuss our past." Naura took a deep breath, then resumed her words, "why did you punch Richard, what's wrong with you." Naura's voice increased.

"Richard complained to you, heh. You cowardly man." Raka spoke cynically. Hearing Richard's name being called by his sweet figure, back this man's emotions overflowed.

"Don't insult him. Richard didn't talk to me at all. I know everything from my colleagues," explained Naura.

"But still I .." already hurt, continued Raka annoyed. Slowly take a deep breath and slowly exhale it. I don't want him to get the wrong target. Angry is not clear to Naura just because it is carried away by emotions for a moment.

"Okay, I believe. So, what else do you want to talk about that black guy?" Clearly from her tone, Raka could not control her emotions well. He was jealous, Naura very clearly defended Richard.

"Don't bother him anymore" Naura warned.

"I can't guarantee it." Raka growled like a wounded king of the forest.

"Anything that is. Just don't get Richard involved in both of us!" The sound of this sweet figure also increased. Samar Naura's ears catch Raka unleashing a planet-climbing-language by keeping her phone away across the phone.

"*Depends. If it is*--"

"Just don't bother him anymore" Naura pressed.

"Grrr .. You really do provoke my emotions, Na. I will continue to disturb him if you accept his proposal" Raka threatened seriously.

Naura screeched and sneered. "Who are you to me, heh. 💢"

"Of course, a father to the child you bear!" Raka firmly. He would repeatedly say that the baby in Naura's stomach was his, including the mother of the baby. Mi-lik. Point.

"You are a crafty man, Raka."

"Whatever you say. And I won't bother him again when we get back together. How's it?"

Without giving an answer to Raka's question, Naura cut off her phone connection unilaterally. With a grumbling heart, he resumed his pending work.

　

　

　

　

　

　

"Rick, is your stomach no longer hurting?" naura asked as she delivered the file into Richard's room.

Richard nodded on the sidelines checking the files given by Naura. "Yes, it doesn't hurt anymore. It's all thanks to the breakfast you bought earlier. Thanks for your concern, I'm very helpful, Na."

Richard smiled broadly as he grabbed the bolpoint in a pencil case, then put his signature on some sheets of paper on it.

"hum. Why don't you be honest with me, Rick." Naura took a long breath. His iris was fixed on the pull of the pen that was driven by this superior.

Richard stopped briefly. His gaze dimmed at his signature stroke. "Honestly? About what?"

"On Raka who punched you this morning."

Richard was silent. Then take a short breath.

"Ah, that's just gossip. Don't take heart." Richard gave a fake smile.

"Don't lie anymore, Rick. I know that."

Richard was silent for a moment.

"Hufts. Actually it's embarrassing to be brought back" Richard replied.

This incident was very embarrassing for him. The light of Raka punched him in front of the crowd. And even more painful, he could not retaliate back Raka's actions. Like a hypnotized person, just silently lamented Raka's cold back away from her.

"But, Rick, still it-it-"

"That's it, Naura, don't talk about it anymore. I'm fine now. The proof is nothing happened to me." Richard smiled convincingly, despite leaving a pinch of resentment in his heart for this love rival.

Fucking raka. Just be careful if there is a chance, I will reply to his actions many times.

Instantly Richard clenched his left hand under the table when he remembered Raka's haughty face this morning.

"Ah, it's time to rest." Richard switched the conversation. Glance at his favorite elegant circular Rolex on his right wrist.

"How about we eat at Cheonhaecheon instead? I'm the one who deals," he continued, putting his hand on the back of Naura's hand. Astounded. This sweet figure immediately pulled his hand.

"I'm sorry, Jong, I'm ..." Naura bit her lips with a feeling of being completely wrong.

"It's okay." Richard smiled faintly, though disappointed in the sweet figure's attitude. It was as if she had rejected his attention when he touched her earlier.

"So where do you want to eat? Or do you have a recommendation of where to go, hum?" richard continued to shift the atmosphere that suddenly became awkward.

"Richard, once again forgive me, I .. already have an appointment to eat with Sunny," Naura replied. With a guilty look he looked at Richard's expectant face.

"Hufts. Okay, no problem." Richard took a deep breath.

Naura hurriedly lowered her head, trying to hide her guilty feelings.

I'm sorry, Richard. This is better. I don't want you to get into my circle of trouble with Raka. Just knowing the Raka who donated the ****** just makes the problem so much more runyam.